Best Liquors Poems
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Now here comes the patches, updates and recommended use, just like substance abuse, addictive qualities will be produced.
Categories:
liquors, philosophy, poetry, social, spoken
Form:
Rhyme
HIV Positive
I am HIV positive that I know,
But I will exercise my civic right,
As my blood continues to flow,
For my views to be heard I will fight.
Known to have been wayward and careless,
That does not mean I cannot be benevolent,
Which had made me to be fearless,
This malady has made me to be malevolent.
I Love playing poker with my dames,
After basking in the euphoria of many liquors,
which has actually earn me my fame,
Soon,I will varnish like the gas vapor.
But,the doctor told me I`m negative,
My blood was mistakenly substituted for,
Ha!this news serve as a purgative.
Categories:
liquors, health, me, me,
Form:
Burlesque
He's without a cellmate
There's no guard with a gun
He's been here for years
But sentenced to none
To this place without bars
No windows or cells
May not sound bad to you
But to him it was hell
This walk away prison
Where he goes every night
They'll give him last call
But should read him his rights
Cause he's lost all emotion
If the truth be told
Washed them away
With liquors of gold
As he sits on his stool
Instead of a bunk
All the people in town
Call him a drunk
This walk away prison
Where he goes every night
They'll give him last call
But should read him his rights
Now he's on death row
Not a friend all around
Except for the one
That he couldn't put down
Though the plea wasn't guilty
And the verdicts not in
He can't appeal
For all his sins
This walk away prison
Where he came every night
They gave him last call
And read him his rights
Categories:
liquors, addiction, drink, drug, pain,
Form:
Lyric
The languid eyes of soft sleepy June,
Awaken to tease the flowers that bloom;
With liquors of dew for striped honey bees,
Dipping their straws if the blossom agrees.
Let the whispering wind fly with no haste,
Thro pavilions of blossoms dotted with lace;
Where tender feet trip thro the myriad of greens,
To paint the meadows of June's sunny scenes.
The ancient forests deck far away hills,
Where winding streams wander thro unruly rills;
And the alchemy of all that is told,
Turns mossy stones into precious gold.
The perfumed petals adorned with sweet scent,
Surround everywhere the elfin sprites went;
As these little ones skipped thru the sunlit day,
It was with these shadows I needed to play.
So the chapter of June comes to a close,
She floats into summer on the scent of a rose;
She pirouettes on tiptoe in her gossamer gown,
Wearing on her head a bright golden crown.
Categories:
liquors, imagination
Form:
Lyric
There once was a party of vicars,
Well known for their liking of liquors,
They said to the masses:
‘Hey, look at our asses’,
And peeled off the skimpiest knickers.
For Roy’s Bawdy limerick contest
Categories:
liquors, nonsense,
Form:
Limerick
Swift bee, the gilded messenger of bliss,
Begirt with golden stars of Heaven’s span,
What draws you to the clover’s gentle kiss?
Sweet nectars, that the strongest drinker can
Carouse with dreams and dizzy waves of sleep,
Or mocks the freshest breath of summer’s clime?
Swift bee, a flame-plumed star of black and gold,
Why do you with your mouth, completely reap
The liquors that each golden bud does hold,
And lulls with somnolence the might of time?
Oh, bee, you spread the tufted pollen clouds
Like nebulae of opal stars crossways
The delicate, soft digitalis crowds,
Which passionately garner sunbeam rays
Within their coral shells. I can’t express
How much your toil’s worth to coming spring,
And how so passioned glide your wings around
The purple, gentle harebell’s loosened dress,
And make, through pretty hums, spring’s hopeful sound
Oft too profaned by your most fearsome sting!
Oh, pretty hummer! Hearty worker! Bee!
I see you roaming round the garden’s bend,
Where sweet, white daisies wreathe a canopy,
And make you but a hearty, cheerful friend.
Swift bee, the aching, swollen heart of mine
Desires comfort where pain knows no ruth
The buds hold, like rich garners golden grain,
Ambrosia of the gods, dream’s honeyed wine
So bring and let dear bee, such moisture stain
My lips and warm my heart with spring’s bright youth!
© 2014 Gleb Zavlanov
Categories:
liquors, spring,
Form:
Ode
I thought about my older brother when I wrote this
One morning I woke up
and my bed was now a king size,
No more chow lines
and my wisdom[wife] was puttin' in kitchen work
and I was blessed to gaze into my queens eyes,
She prepared a good breakfast & I swallowed my feast
Then I hit the rain closet
and came out smelling like Hugo Boss
and I'm appreciating my new attire,
Praise God no more D.O.C. suits, kites
no more roll calls or pass the wire,
So I put on my armor, ready to face the outside world
with my best battle cry,
" I'm Free "
But I remembered I was on parole
and somedays it's like being up manuer creek
solo with no paddle I,
Use my survival tactics
from studying the boulevards theatrics
and with confidence I straddle my,
War horse for the rough ride
plus I sharpen up my weapon of choice,
I know victory is the key
So I illustrate it through voice,
I don't gallop as I eagle eye the hood,
The change lets me know
I went from platinum status to wood,
I briefly reminisce on when the time was good,
The hawk's present
so I pop the collar on my 6lb coat,
Chip getters & the thick chick sweaters
stalk the block and hounds quote,
Each others psudonems, some issuin' the news,
If you part of the society
that lives by the ' Quiet Code '
you stay true to them
I hear the ghetto winds whistlin' the blues,
See city life plays a cold tune
and ' No Love ' is the bass line,
So when my mind rewinds
I realize that sometimes prison V.I's[visits]
is your only source of face time,
That's why I have much love for my peers
doing much time on tiers,
See hard time & yard time keeps your mind on clear,
And you must conquer all your fears,
In this, frigid world that's been gelid for years,
So for all my loved ones who couldn't be here,
I toast to the ' Most High '
and spill liquors and beers,
Because i'm back in the outside world
But am I really free?
Categories:
liquors, freedom, hip hop, life,
Form:
Rhyme
If You Think...
If you think a love like a mother will exist, there and then
You must have been building castles in the air and thus
Need a medic or an injection to kill that feeling of an outcast-
A shadow of falsehood you’ve been chasing.
Friends like mothers will exist no doubt about that
I'm but particular about if boldly will exist in instant world, where
Sailing through has no backfire or low indignation, where
Right to freedom and possession would not be denied, where
Behind your backs, you would have all sides’ safety
Like the baby in the mother's womb, or the sun in the sky.
A bounty ground, a must be aftermath of the journey on free
Bridge on the cross roads, and lanes, and water, and bushes
Over the mountain; the rock, the valley and the hill, and on the
Troubled memory of liquors, women, demigods and kings of miseries?
Water full of love is only a reservoir for the Creator asides mothers.
I may be viewed as uncivilized or sound barbaric by this logic, but reasons
Will proclaim reality in my tone, stand and modest mood.
“Ease! Be at ease!!” The breeze from the mothers’ bosom’s recollections sway, that
Your mind would seek forgiveness and refuge from her, then the All Forgiver. Then true
Mind will redeem and have the lasting rest of his life, yield to and fulfill mother’s wish.
A.O
19/2/2014
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Note: Mothers addressed here may not necessarily be ones biological mother. It could be he or she who is never sick or tired of listening to you, hearing your plights or problems and helping you proffer solutions to them. He or she never discourages, never over-pampers and pray for your success at all times...
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Categories:
liquors, forgiveness, mother, nature, philosophy,
Form:
Acrostic
" Sci-Fi Bar Jokes & Riddles ... "
( 1 Tim. 1: 11)
(1.)
"Star Wars Bar ..."
A Jedi Knight and a Wookie, walk into a bar ...
The Jedi tells the bartender to keep the drinks coming.
Around dawn, when the Jedi is too drunk to think,
the bartender, then tells them both, its time to pay
their tab. Then the Jedi, turns to his buddy, the Wookie
and asks, "Do You Mind?"
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(2)
"Dune's Sand Bar ..."
On Arrakis, the desert planet known as Dune,
A Duke and a Baron, walks into a bar ...
Now, which one orders the biggest bottle of Mezcal?
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(3)
"The Matrix-Mixer Bar ..."
Neo and Morpheus, walk into a bar ...
On that night, every patron, gets their first drink free
Now, the selection is between two drink choices on
the list: They can choose either the 'Crimson Cocktail'
or the 'Blue Kamikaze' ... Which did Neo pick?
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(4)
"Stargate Symbol Bar ..."
Col. O'Neill and Teal'c, walk into the Stargate
and wine-up in a bar (he-he) ... in a world
very much like our own. While there, they
socialize with the locals, sample strange brews
and get very intoxicated. However, not to worry,
on this world, the bartender is used to visitors
who can't handle the native liquors ... So,
the bar has their own taxi, on standby
for such occasions. So he dials the cab.
But before the cabdriver comes, the taxi
has to be gased up. The question is:
"What gas station does he use?"
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(5)
"Barsoom/Mars' Whiskey Bar ..."
A Thern and a Thark, walk into a bar ...
They join John Carter, who was drinking Cutty Sark
and a Martini. Also there, is The Princess, who
sips on deja-blue water and a shot of Royal Crown.
The Thern, gives his order for a glass of Jameson & Gin
And the Thark, orders: Jim Bean and Jack Daniels
... and a Bourbon ... and a Beer
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(6)
"Star Trek's Hit The Deck"
As They Journey Into Darkness & Each Distant Star
Kirk & Spock Walks Into The Enterprize's Bar
And Tho' The Ship May Shake & Warp-Drive-Drop
Mr. Spock Keeps As Cool As A Glass of Ciroc
And Captain Kirk, Just Orders A Scotch On The Rocks
('Cause Scotty Takes Care of All The Enterprize's Stock)
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Poem/Jokes by: MoonBee
Categories:
liquors, humor, planet,
Form:
'Twas a week before Christmas, when at the Kalikimaka's house, I thought I heard a shout, it must be my boyfriend, quiet like a mouse.
The Christmas tree was dry and had no Tylenol to survive, he ran out and was up from his chair and alive.
I tried to hide, but he looked for me and I thought I was free. My boyfriend, with his coffee cup, said: "what's up"?
"I'm all out of Tylenol," which was all of his talk. "Please go to the store." Where I needed to go for a walk.
Leaving to a nearby store, I hurried to get some cash. The store was filled with lots of Christmas cheers, and I couldn't help notice the
holiday liquors and beers.
When I saw the fancy bottles and decorations insights, I thought to myself "oh what a fright". The store was festive and all I wanted was
was a cheerful night.
So, I named each bottles of hards: "Up with Jim, and down with Jack". Soon, I realized I didn't want him to give me, "a crack".
But what's a drink without a friend, as I paused." I thought, I'll get Santa Claus. I had my eyes twinkled at him, so big with a red suit, but
he was too slim. As I checked out, I came to my "Hale", and saw my boyfriend walking upwards on the "highway Pali".
"Where is my Tylenol?" as he shouted to me! I forgot it with my head spinning and I couldn't see. He chuckled with a big smile and said to me,
"Merry Christmas, my loving fool", where I had to sit on a very tall stool.
For next year, don't be so lame, when it's wasted time and a shame! "Don't stall, I may need the "Tylenol".
Categories:
liquors, christmas, christmas, christmas,
Form:
Trump moaned 'bout the curse of hard liquors
Was greeted by just childish snickers
Whilst spouting his lies
Left open his flies
And flashed the 'Fake News' his pink knickers
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15 September 2017
(9-9-5-5-9 checked with howmanysyllables.com)
Categories:
liquors, funny, humorous, political, power,
Form:
Limerick
(Moral Dilemma?)
Her father told her, beware men and strong booze and liquors;
alas she met a boy and she was tempted, and had a skinful:
soon to leave the party to wander home, without her knickers.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
Categories:
liquors, confusion, people, social,
Form:
Sijo
Innuendo .
When you want booze
and dance
you get pinches
and leers
left quizzing why
its never
from the one
you want
as requesting
that must heard
song.
When a simple
drink order
you want
to place
is interrupted
by slurring
voices saying
" hey gorgeous"
while swaying
to and fro
and nearly smashing
into that
pretty face.
Innocent victims
who
should think
more of the
clothes they
selected and
how they wore
them.
Then a victim
no more.
Maidens seek
the rhythm
loud free
uninterrupted dances
and sweet tasting
sugar like liquors.
Lad's search out
pretty young chick's
shaking their things
flirting and flaunting.
He unnerves
with his kooky moves
awkwardly in her space.
Ever so lucky
to score a
phone number
and the maybe
empty promise she
will answer.
Categories:
liquors, funny, life, social,
Form:
Free verse
"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces"
John Ruskin, 1853
In my younger days thought much about fame
And went on laying the edifice of prosperity
That envisioned in the clear light of eternity
And might properly house the glory of my name.
But thoughts swifter than wind pushed my plan
Though the fair foundation has yet begun
And started with friends dallying in the sun
Scrambling awkwardly and the liquors ran.
Was too late to see my vision shape and rise
In the place of lofty peaks and towers.
Mind’s pieces drifted the conscious premise
Drowned by flotsam-jetsam in sluggish currents.
Later friends gulled and well-wishers deceived
And now have no regrets, nothing unachieved
Fragments left me to collect the pieces together
Spending all my time of bliss at ease forever.
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*This is not biographical write but based on the life of my childhood friend.
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Dr. Ram Mehta
June 24, 2011
Sixth Place win:
Contest: All the Little Pieces sponsored by Constance, The Rambling Poet
Categories:
liquors, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Customers are like bouquets of flowers passing through our twenty-four hours.
Breakfast, lunch, or dinner all 365 calendar days guaranteed for a full twenty-four seven.
“Hello Sir”! Welcome to Waffle House America’s favorite place to eat!
Some say we are the closest thing next to God's Great Heaven!
We have a confusing language of our own, the blabbering towers of the real “April Showers”
Service with a smile that has walked the many hard-earned extra tenths of miles,
Nothing computerized with files, just organized by our own genuine unique styles.
Waitresses are serving with hard enduring time and each crosses over a mighty fine line,
Master grill operators optimize a divine talent marking your plates perfectly aligned.
Friday and Saturday nights the party train arrives blessed coffee to the many lips we’ll revive.
Regulars and irregulars you’re served just the same, pardon me did I really get your name?
Loud ones, quiet ones, and even the picky ones strive to come back to us,
Here we bring back the basics of being alive.
Scattered, smothered, covered, chunked, diced, peppered, capped, or topped?
So do you want them “All the way or just partly aflame”!
Young, old, or different at being indifferent just being sane,
Especially when the “Waffle House Way” is to say the first “HELLO”!
“Morning Mam”! Can I get you your usual or will you be having something different “TO GO”?
Brief moments of insanity with the moods that walk through our doors,
Thank God for every single one of those Jukeboxes!
The quality of service opening an eye to the sly foxes,
We’d really be in trouble if we sold liquors!
Foreign, military, and even civilian are in and out,
Our servers are like the gold stored at Fort Knox.
So what can we get you today that you haven’t already had before?
“The Waffle House Way” America shouts!
It’s like being home because that’s what we are all about.
Categories:
liquors, adventure, allegory, confusion, devotion,
Form:
Narrative